Jul 2016
the old maid
wore her
widow's weeds
charcoal parchment
met her needs
because her children
are unborn
she holds herself
to other's
scorn
a heady mix
of rhyme and rue
the measure
she is held unto
other's ink
has held her rapt
believes her own pen
should be capped
but
poet
prophetess
or
fool
puddles
are as
profound pools
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/19/2015
wore her
widow's weeds
charcoal parchment
met her needs
because her children
are unborn
she holds herself
to other's
scorn
a heady mix
of rhyme and rue
the measure
she is held unto
other's ink
has held her rapt
believes her own pen
should be capped
but
poet
prophetess
or
fool
puddles
are as
profound pools
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/19/2015
Sometimes I look at the profoundity of other people's work and feel really inadequate.
I just can't write that way. But I do my best to educate and entertain... express my feelings. I've decided not to look at other people's work and measure myself against it. I don't want to be insecure that way. But this poem reflects how I feel sometimes. :/
I just can't write that way. But I do my best to educate and entertain... express my feelings. I've decided not to look at other people's work and measure myself against it. I don't want to be insecure that way. But this poem reflects how I feel sometimes. :/
Written by
SøułSurvivør
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